Is sandman seen In hollow slumber In halls of sleep Shadowed gray? Where be the rest
In grade-school, I was told about Two Planets That collided, out in Nothingness. They said, “That is the reason
Words for the living Were solemnly said, As each coffin passed Housing it’s dead, “It is hard to be born
In my mumbled, scattered, youth There was no purpose Just a happenstance appearance Of someone’s grand design. But as I grew and looked around
There once was a Wizard of old (At least, that’s what I’ve been… That could change a something to a… A wolf to a goat or a lake to a mo… From bad --- to very good weather.
I stroll along the seaside in my m… And watch the repetitious waves, r… I know their crashing sounds can s… Why?— I don’t know, I don’t know. I watch the graceful gulls cut the…
The disconcerted Porcupine, Waddles it’s way across the manicu… Paying no mind to the Calico Cat That learned it’s lesson weeks ago… Mockingbirds chase their siblings
In the dark of night Came a flickering light, Like a candle haloed in green. The light looked odd, In the shape of a cod,
He stands on the edge of windy cli… Where images and shadows seldom bl… He closed his eyes to sees beyond; Beyond the whispers and the wind. Then he stretched himself, as if t…
I’d like to be a balloon today Something lite so I could drift a… Off to places where only balloons… Like Circuses, Carnival, and Par… Places where people take a break a…
Tis the night of the Purple Rose When the Leopard seeks a place to… In the shepherd’s garden she finds… And into its branches she shall le… And into its branches she does lea…
Hopscotch oh house-tops The jolly fat man plays. They say he goes from here to ther… With his rambling Reindeer ways. You might believe and maybe you do…
There’s a melody that fills my sou… And it plays upon my mind, The tune is soft and always full, But words for it I do not find. A soothing song to ease my woes
To slip away One summer morning To just disappear Without warning To find a place
Too many walks in the park, dear… Yellow speckled freckles on fields… Autumn used her brush In a hurried rush Now Winter finds grays in which t…